“I don't know,” they say thoughtfully. “I told you, there is more than one way to do a thing. These kids, they bother people on my street sometimes. I tell them to go away or I turn them into a goat. I can't do that. I can't change a body. I could make everyone think they are a goat. Same result, isn't it?”
They brush their hair out of their face. Now they're distracted thinking about goats. Why did they have to move smack dab in the middle of a cramped, stinking city? “I mean, I don't know. What I'm saying is I could try.”